Guess Who’s Coming for Breakfast…

We have some news. And here is the expression on Bella’s face when she got to enjoy the objects of said news…

Echo has three new things in the doll sling. I bet you can’t guess what they are…

Can you guess now?… The telltale red glow, the wood shavings, the little dark lumps in the corner…

No folks, it it’s not the latest in plastic farm toy technology — that’s a real live baby chicken. On the dryer. Wondering what the heck is going on.

She was joined by a friend, and that was all well and good until the friend wanted to eat paint chips off of the dryer. You should have seen them both jump at the sound of that first peck on metal.

Can you find all the real chickens? Hint: none of them are actually “baby chick yellow”.

We got these three little friends a few days ago and have been cooing and fawning over them ever since. For those of you who don’t know, what it’s like — you can go right out to your local Quality Supply and pick through litters of fresh chicks this time of year. And if you buy some (for under 5$ each), you can also purchase a light, some food and feeders and begin the process of raising your own egg-makers. And you don’t need a license or anything — at least not in Montana. We can even have them in city limits, so long as they aren’t roosters.

After we got them home and got them settled — in a plastic bin in the laundry room — and we’d all gotten a chance to hang out with them a couple days, we set about naming our three new family members. We came up with a master list of all possible chicken names, including things like “Toste (toast)”, “Otmeel (oatmeal)”, “Winifrid”, “Spot”, and “Magic”. Then for each chick we each picked one name (for a theoretical total of 5), and then voted on the one we wanted from those picked. We did this same process for each chick, and had a great time working it out together and discussing it.

So, please allow me to introduce:

Misss Ellie May! A Rhode Island Red, who’ll no doubt be the mama hen of our urban barn yard, and one reliable layer of quality eggs.

And:

Misss Pansy! A Black Sexlink who’s not too fussy and a friend to the underdog, she’s bound to be the peacemaker, along with making lots of future omelets.

And, the underdog herself:

Mademoiselle Giselle! A lovely little White Crested Polish, she’ll make smaller eggs, and smaller noises (supposedly). She’s our petite gem, who we’re crossing our fingers is a female. (Remember the rule about roosters…)

Well, Surprise! Bet you didn’t see that coming. In 10 weeks or so, they be moving outside to the as yet unconstructed hen house. But for now, you’ll find them camped out in the laundry room, packed in the sling with Echo or Natalie, or being coddled and clucked at by one of the rest of us. Yep, it’s a tough job, but we’re struggling through… 😉

Hope you’re having even half as much fun this spring.

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Be well.

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About Nathan M McTague, CPCC, CPDPE

I am a full-time parent of three, Writer, Life Coach, Lecturer, Parenting Mentor, and Shamanic Practitioner. In all of the above, I am seeking to assist my fellow humans in their processes of claiming and unleashing their highest potentials.
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2 Responses to Guess Who’s Coming for Breakfast…

  1. Too cute. I can imagine how much the little ones would have enjoyed!

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